To marry a king, a girl would be thrilled, or she should be. Security, wealth, admiration of millions of citizens, a girl would have to...

Here in the forest of forgiveness We drink bird song and eat purple pansies We daisy chain four-leaf clovers  and frolic around the fire...

In the end, we are all lost in the woods Shoulder to shoulder with foreign fauna, Holding staring contests with the flora, We are walking...

John was a half hour late, and not surprisingly, he smelled of liquor - nonetheless his preferred coping method of choice, Captain...

"A red light in the dark" photo by Tim (Unsplash) This poem has been published in the Open Field Undergraduate Literary Magazine...

"Black metal door handle on brown wooden door" Photo by Wolfgang Rottmann This story was first published in the Open Field Undergraduate...